Sound Of Madness(COMPLETE)

(NOW FINISHED) Siobhan Kline has just started junior year. She doesnt expect much from it, she doesnt think anything special will happen. Nothing special happens to her. She has two close friends, a 1976 mustang, her author mother Loretta and her pet hamster LuLu. This is her life. Until she is partnered with the new boy Zayn Malik. He just moved to town and all the girls seemed to take an interest in him. All the boys want to be his friend.But he couldnt care less

1. The New Kid

Siobhan’s P.O.V

“Sisi my love, are you excited?” my mother looked up from the newspaper and bought her coffee mug to her lips. If by excited she meant irritated and annoyed then sure, I was bubbling over with excitement. “Junior year….those were the days” she added with a twitch of a smile. My mother, I don’t even know where to begin with her. Ever watch Sex And The City? It’s like she’s one of those women, decked out in designer wear from head to toe and in love with herself and anything with a penis. My mother changed boyfriends like no one I ever knew…her current boyfriend, I was quite fond of though. “Junior year will be great” part of me thinks she wants to live vicariously through me as she says this. At 45, my mom still acted like a teenager. But, my mother, the Loretta Kline did not have to live vicariously through me, her punk daughter. “Sisi, are you nervous” she asks. Funny how your parents never truly know you.

“No, its just the first day of school” I respond finishing my breakfast. “Nothing major”

“Is Olive picking you up or are you picking her up?” my mother closed the paper and flashed me her million dollar smile. Olive Green is my best friend, you know that friend you have for most of your childhood and adult life. Olive and I were joined at the hip most of our lives. Compared to me, Olive was what my mother called pristine.

“Neither, her parents got her a car this summer. A Volkswagen beetle, so we agreed to just meet in the school parking lot”

“Right on” my mother toyed with her Beverly Hills Blonde hair and winked. “Enjoy my dear” and with that, she got up and went to her home office to work.

Olive was waiting for me, just as she promised and boy did she look proud of her yellow bug car. I pulled up beside her in my silver 76 Mustang and parked. Here is what you should know, just as any other high school, mine was divided by social cliques. There were the jocks, the rich kids, the geeks, the Goth kids, the geeks, and that’s just to name a few. Olive and I fit in somewhere amongst the Goths and the geeks. Olive was as geeky as they came, four eyes, metal braces, straw like hair that was always pulled into a messy bun and her clothes were not fashionable. I don’t buy labels either, but I dressed a little better. While Olive wore all black and heavy eyeliner, I stuck to a lot of denim( matched with a dark color) and my hair changed with the seasons. “Olive and Siobhan….” it was our friend Damien, a boy of seventeen who idolized Marilyn Manson. “Siobhan I love the hair” he gestured to my rainbow hair and smiled. “Very nice”

“Damien, one would think you’d take a hint and stop flirting with Sisi by now” Olive rolled her eyes, slinging her messenger bag over her torso.

In that moment, as my two friends went back and forth about nonsense( as usual), that’s when I saw him for the first time. A new face, a remarkable face. He stood about five foot ten, jet black hair quaffed up with a curl of blonde. His face angular, I didn’t know it then, how this stranger would crash into my life, but I remember thinking how striking he was. And without even looking at me, he walked past us and made his way into the building. “He must be new” I heard Olive say as I popped open my trunk and took out my book bag. “He’s a hottie”

Another thing about Olive, her favorite words were ‘hottie’ and ‘delish’….one could even say Olive was one of a kind. Kooky crazy at its finest.

My schedule;

AP English III

History of Russia

AP Art

Lunch

Trigonometry

AP Biology

Music

Three AP classes, it made my mother proud that I showed hope of intelligence. My mother also insisted I take History of Russia as opposed to a normal history course because part of her family came from Russia and she thought I’d learn something more. After the forty minute class, I was certain the real challenge of the course would be staying awake. Even the teacher, who insisted we call him Professor Lourdes as opposed to Mr. Lourdes was boring. I had lunch with the new boy, and by the end of Lunch, it had been going around school that he had moved to the town from the U.K. whether or not it was true, I did not know. All I knew was that for the first time in a while, I couldn’t help but look at a boy. There was something about the way he carried himself, with ease and quiet confidence; and those eyes….

I should really stop staring

In my AP Biology class, I had Olive and a girl named Piper to keep me company.

It was a decent sized class of maybe 22 kids, the teacher was a young lady who went by Mrs. Harris and she made the first day quite simple. We went over her classroom rules, and just as she was handing out the syllabus, the door opened and the new kid walked in. Mrs. Harris clearly didn’t appreciate this. “Explain yourself” she checked the attendance and pursed her lips together. “Mr. Malik”

“I’m new” he told her, his accent discreet but obvious. “I had trouble finding the room” he showed her his schedule. She looked into the class and pointed at the seat in front of me. “Mr. Malik, try and be on time from now on” she gave a syllabus and he sat in front of me. Olive looked at me with wide eyes. I leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, he smelled amazing. “Class, this is AP, so I do expect you all to be with it” she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against her chair. “I have the schedule set up so one day you are in the classroom and the next day you do lab. Vice versa”

Piper raised her hand. “So do we get lab partners?”

“Yes Miss Vex.”

“I want the new boy” Piper laughed. Some people in the class laughed while the new boy shifted in his seat uncomfortably. It was obvious he did not like to be the center of attention.

Mrs. Harris handed out a small packet of the Lab Syllabus. “I did it at random. Literally, chose it from a bowl. You’re partners name is at the top corner of your packet as well as the number of the lab table. We meet in the lab to start the first experiment. Its easy” she gave me mine and I looked at the name on the top right corner of my packet